We were really upset and shed more than a tear for Mike. I was reminded of him this morning listening to part of Haydn’s Creation. Whilst not a believer, Mike was in wonder of the world with his amazing curiosity for all forms of life and natural history in particular; a boyish enthusiasm that never left him. I recall him virtually bouncing with glee as he identified some marine fossils in a marble memorial in South Malling, Lewes where he played the curtal and sang with Sussex Harmony.
The last time Robin and I saw him was at a socially distanced lunch in our garden this summer. He was frail then and unnaturally subdued. But nature pulled all the stops out for him by providing a cabaret of visual acuity as a sparrow hawk swooped over the hedge, speared an unsuspecting blue tit on the bird table and departed with a fresh meal - all in 5 seconds at the most. The sense of wonder and joy on his face as he said he’d never seen anything like that before is a memory that will live with us for a long time.
And thanks Mike for all the giggles.
Robin and Paula Nicholson